oh! The Marriage, Thomas Osborne Davis

Oh! The marriage, the marriage,
With love and mo bhuachail for me,
The ladies that ride in a carriage
Might envy my marriage to me;
For Eoghan is straight as a tower,
And tender and loving and true,
He told me more love in an hour
Than the Squires of the county could do.

Then, oh! The marriage, the marriage,
With love and mo bhuachail for me,
The ladies that ride in a carriage
Might envy my marriage to me;

His hair is a shower of soft gold,
His eye is as clear as the day,
His conscience and vote were unsold
When others were carried away;
His word is as good as an oath,
And freely 'twas given to me;
Oh! Sure 'twill be happy for both
The day of our marriage to see.

Then, oh! The marriage, the marriage,
With love and mo bhuachail for me,
The ladies that ride in a carriage,
Might envy my marriage to me.

His kinsmen are honest and kind,
Their neighbours think much of his skill,
And Eoghan's the lad to my mind,
Though he owns neither castle nor mill.
But he has a tilloch of land,
A horse and a stocking of coin,
A foot for a dance and a hand
In the cause of his country to join.

Then, oh! The marriage, the marriage,
With love and mo bhuachail for me,
The ladies that ride in a carriage,
Might envy my marriage to me.

We meet in the market and fair -
We meet in the morning and night -
He sits on the half of my chair,
And my people are wild with delight,
Yet I long through the winter to skim,
Though Eoghan longs more I can see,
When I will be married to him ,
And he will be married to me.

Then, oh! The marriage, the marriage,
With love and mo bhuachaill for me.
The ladies that ride in a carriage
Might envy my marriage to me.